House of the Rising Sun - The Trashmen

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many poor boys And God, I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk Oh, mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the house of the rising sun Well, I got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boys And God, I know I'm one

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new bluejeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on, a drunk Oh mother tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun Well, I got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one

Desert shadows creep across purple sands. Natives kneel in prayer by their caravans. There, silhouetted under and eastern star, I see my long lost blossom of shalimar You, Misirlou, Are the moon and the sun, fairest one. Old temple bells are calling across the sand. We'll find our Kismet, answering love's command. You, Misirlou, are a dream of delight in the night. To an oasis, sprinkled by stars above, Heaven will guide us, Allah will bless our love.

Sleeper, Sleeper, Sleeper, Sleeper There's an old grey coupe been comin' around and it looks like nothin' But sad All scratched and dirty with a cracked windshield and the paint job's Really bad Well her fenders shake and a taillight's gone and the rust is showin' Through She's a dog on top but a devil underneath and she'll make a fool of you Sleeper, Sleeper, watcher kinda close don't laugh too loud or smile She may look funny but don't you know, that bone yard devil can really Go Nine flat in a quarter mile Sleeper, Sleeper, watcher kinda close don't laugh too loud or smile She may look funny but don't you know, that bone yard devil can really Go Nine flat in a quarter mile She's a dog on top and a devil underneath and you wouldn't believe your Eyes When she leaves a Cobra sittin' on the line, somebody's gonna get wise Well nobody's touched that old grey coupe and nobody's shut her down Comin' long side or waitin' for the light, you can hear that big bad Sound Sleeper, Sleeper, leave me alone don't want no more I'm wise She may not shine or look so neat, with her tailpipe draggin' down the Street But it's just a big disguise Well it's just a big disguise Well it's just a big disguise Well it's just a big disguise